When I was a kid, my parents and I used to visit family in California during the summers. On one of our trips, I distinctly remember a coffee cake sitting on my aunt's dining room table. I thought it looked like the most delicious thing in the world, but my mom told me not eat any. I was a pretty obedient kid, so I held out as long as I could. But one morning, I couldn’t resist any longer. I woke up before everyone else and snuck a slice.

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